I feel like every year I am complaining and fighting against the weather in London, the summers disappoint me and I get proper angry, not just angry for comic effect for this blog I mean like really angry. Every time I wear Jeans in the summer I was pissed off.
But last week I had a revelation I was watching the weather forecast and the weather lady (is this sexist to say weather lady, should I say weather woman? That sounds like a comic book character I'll stick with weather lady) anyway she said 'it will be about 19 degrees which is the expected average for June' and it hit me, the weather in England is shit in the summer. It's made that way, it's not going anything wrong or misbehaving its just being itself. It's like asking a bear not to shit in the woods, it goes against nature to expect the English summer to be hot and pleasant.
So finally I have reached a level of acceptance with the weather, any sunny days are a bonus any crappy days are expected. No more complaining about the awful weather just a new level of peace.
Also watched the football last night in the pub. Felt like old times (ore-mackay) it was nice, I feel a bit rough today though and am off to do step aerobics this morning. A sucker for punishment.
Xxx
